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#SUGRCOATEDS . swim through the colors of blue ink . that squeaking , creaking chalky , chalky . chalk will neatly transcribe our story . i'll make you say my name . how can you not ? i love the way , you love the chase . ───── this blog is now archived .
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there's only a second's hesitation before he follows after her — closing the door behind him with a soft thud. ❝ you read my mind, babe. ❞ a low chuckle proceeds his words as he heads to the kitchen counter, placing the bags down with the ease of someone whose spent considerable time in the place. ❝ how's birria tortas sound ? ❞
cami doesn't bother waiting, moving toward the kitchen and reaching into appropriate cabinet for two stemless wine glasses. " hmm, did i ? " she ignores the pet name and moves around him to pull chilled seltzers from the fridge. it's only after she fills the glasses that she gives her full attention to the taller. " i suppose they'll do. " brow lifts. " is this your way of making it up valentine's day to me ? you have a lot of work to do. "
" i think that person just took my coffee , " emilienne furrowed her brows as she stood by the counter , glancing at the other person that had just walked by . " lovely . " pressed smile on her lips , letting out an exhale . " didn't expect to do charity work today but you're welcome , i guess ? " already texting her secretary to alert her next meeting that she was going to be a few minutes late . milie knew it was a bad idea to get coffee in between meetings and if there was anything she hated , it was being late .
𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 starter from emilienne rattanapong - stratton coffee shop in midtown manhattan
capturing the perfect angle of an overly sweetened iced pistachio vanilla latte for instagram is her main concern, likely in the way of other patrons but uncaring. " you should jump them, " response comes smoothly while turning the cup to see café's logo a little better and snaps a few more pictures. " the people around here are rude— though, the coffee here sucks, if you're not getting a drink like mine. what was your order ? no use getting back in line if you already paid. "
" you should've learned that a while ago, khy. not just now, " giggles as she places her chosen candy up onto the counter, pointing to theirs. " that, too. don't let them moan and complain about paying for it, put it on my bill ⸺ and you, don't even start. " a teasing, long suffering sigh huffed through her lips, her card now pointed in his direction. " i'm right, and you know that i am. you don't have to be dating to be doodling your names together with little hearts. i mean, hell, i have a pinterest board ready for my wedding. " that she tries not to add to anymore, for her own sanity. " maybe so ! but i still want to people able to throw some flowers around and steal you for cheoreographed friend's dance. that's very important to me. "
" oh trust me, i did. i just can't believe you'd do that to me. " khayri's lips part in surprise as her words, though a laugh escapes. " you don't even know what i was about to say. it could have been anything. " olympian sets their tiny bags of candy onto the counter and unlocks his phone, tapping it against the reader before she gets the chance. " alright, alright. i mean ... i don't know. who knows what's gonna happen. " khayri knows better than to get their hopes up— it has only ever led to disaster anyway. " maybe you'd be able to do that at the end. what do they call it ? a send off or whatever ... i'll take some flower petals over rice any day. "
martina opened her mouth to retort back something but quickly closed it as a blood rushed up her to cheeks at the mention of copenhagen . ah yes , a memory she held close to her heart and maybe thought about it more time as she would like but saint did not need to know that . running her tongue along her teeth , femme kept her gaze on him as she answered her phone . " congratulations , calling me back only took you four years . that's gotta be a record or something right ? " crinkling her nose . " so now you have my number , what are you going to do about it , hmm ? "
brow lifts in subtle amusement when he sees she doesn't have a response. " hm, cat got your tongue ? " saint's well aware of how a few days in copenhagen where he was meant to present as the perfect son changed the moment he bumped into martina. he lets out a soft laugh when she answers the phone. anyone else would think they were silly for this. he squints slightly. " did you forget you only gave me eight numbers to call ? " saint hangs up the phone and lifts his hand to gently brush under the woman's chin. " hm, i'd like to take you out, properly. we skipped a few steps, didn't we ? "
truth be told, sasha never did understand why she was on the guest - list to events like this unless a professional relationship existed — half of the time, it didn't but following st. moritz she'd promised herself to be more spontaneous ... to have fun where she could, did she think that was some lady's garden party? maybe not, but invitations to better celebrations or after - drinks usually came from them. " i'm always ready to get on a yacht, when do we go? " she asks, excitement already painting her features. exploring new places was a favourite passtime, and thailand had been on her bucketlist for some time now. " noted. " she grins, she might need a practice or two before committing to the trick though. " how should i do it ? it's got to look realistic. "
never once did jennie think she'd be attending exclusive events like this— a garden party in someone's backyard was an entirely new scope. she was used to having to unfortunately, beg to be taken seriously as a surgeon as she comes from an affluent background. nevermind her ivy league schooling, she supposes. " i'm sure if i give my friend earth a call we can be on that yacht as soon as tomorrow afternoon. we don't even need clothes. we can buy some once we get there. " though, she's sure they'd spend the entire time in their swimwear. " hm, " surgeon thinks for a moment. " we could take advantage of those pretty heels— are you willing to make a sacrifice ? "
“ not just a good eye , the best eye , ” and he has no shame in admitting it . it is his professional calling after all ( even if it was chosen by his parents ) . fingertips move back to the zipper , gliding it down natascha's back with care , “ say less , ” he grins , taking a step back and turning away to give some further privacy between the curtains . “ of course you can always shorten anything you'd like . in fact , i tell almost everyone that tailoring your clothing is of utmost importance . the pieces should look like they're made for you , not to be shared with others . ”
" well excuse me mister best eye, " natascha smiles once the dress is unzipped, taking the chosen dress with her. natascha pulls the curtain closed, dropping the unflattering dress as if she were in her own closet. " i'd tailor a pair of shoes if i could. " she knew all too well the time and patience that went into tailoring clothes— hell, she'd take that over the hours and weeks that went into getting something custom at an atelier. heiress pulls on the dress and bunches it with her vision in mind, bringing the hem from the hem from mid calf to just barely mid thigh. " okay, this isn't perfect by any means, " she slides the curtain open once more. " but you see it, right ? i think form - fitting and maybe with a slit. "
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⸻ “ doesn't it feel too much like sandbox politics ? ” the way old friendships and their recent entanglements have crossed the boundaries of personal to business felt almost operatic. “ i've lost track of who i'm allowed to speak to and who i'm not. it feels like all of our old friends can barely be in the same room as one another without it causing a tear in the fabric of social convention. promise me you’ll remain sane and avoid getting trapped in that web. ”
soft breath is taken in, a quiet sound of agreement before she speaks. " it's because everyone in our circle see people as collateral, pip. everyone knows everything about anyone and it makes people crazy. " she shrugs, taking a sip of wine. gianna wasn't one to fall into the trap of dictating of who could do what. " pip, i'm too busy running around and swallowing companies whole for your father, " gianna laughs softly. " i don't have time for that bullshit even if i tried. "
brad looks up from his phone quickly, tapping out the last of his text to send off as he smiled. " hey, gianna, " greets as he takes the coffee with a nod of his thanks. " if it makes you feel any better, i don't know how to get back out of here. " had just been wandering, really, for an hour before they were supposed to meet up regardless. a morning walk, of sorts, despite his aimless ambling. " thanks, but nah don't worry about it. i was already here, anyway. "
a small smile pulls at the attorney's painted petals. " brad, good to see you. " free hand now wraps around her own coffee cup in an effort to keep her hands warm. " it's so easy to get turned around back here. " central park will forever be her favorite place in the city, surprisingly quiet despite being in the middle of such hustle and bustle. " what were you doing out here ? it's so gloomy, today. it's good to see you, though. it feels like it's been forever. "
❝ i don't like being kept waiting. ❞ tolerance near non existent at work, too much in media relied on a machine running on time and smoothly whenever possible. sebastian took a drink of old fashioned. ❝ because my presence there isn't a requirement. ❞ coo had far more important matters than sitting in on pitch meetings. they were left for the studio leaders to handle, reports left on his desk to review, seb only sitting in when at the studio and had a moment in between tasks. ❝ the . . . what ? ❞ entire expression furrowed. ❝ i'll pass. ❞
" good thing we're not in the office, don't you think ? " it's a miracle she's managed to hold on to a job this long with such a flippant approach, but a soft laugh escapes in response. " sucks such a pretty face can't join us. i have really good ideas. " camille will take any chance to pat herself on the back, even if it makes her have a big head, as her mother often accuses. " a sonny angel ! " features brighten, reaching into loewe shoulder bag for one of many hexagon shaped boxes. " come on, don't be shy. open it ! "
" there's nothing wrong with it ⸺ for you. " she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so drunk, still burping up vodka and tequila from the night before and trying not to let it stop her from having a good time now. " oh, i'm going to have plenty of fun watching you. i'll take another in a second. " a quiet laugh escapes her, the third shot pushed over to him while she held out the small cup of limes for easy access. " i can wait. i want to see the show. i'll even buy you some food after. " check for people with cameras just waiting to sell some lies for fun.
saint squints, humming. " how hard did you go last night ? " he's genuinely curious, though a light chuckle rumbles in his chest. " well, don't take too long, " heir reaches for another one of the offered limes. " you'll have to catch up. " saint has zero intentions of needing help out of the lounge later, but right now his actions say otherwise. a few drinks in and he's bound to end up on a couch, posture lax with fresh blunt between fingers. " am i intended to be your jester tonight ? " saint sips down the next shot, chased smoothly with a bite of lime. " fine— i'll only take payment in the form of takeaway from gemini. "
frankie laughs , handing the bottle over as she sits back on the table , using that as her chair . "i can do fun ," corner of her mouth lifts . "though my idea of fun usually involves a trip to the eiffel tower ." lets her use her imagination for what that meant before she's drinking and using her other hand to wipe her mouth , red lipstick from earlier that evening now faded from her time at the bar .
camille's brow lifts, gracefully wrapping her hand around the bottle. " i'm always open to a trip to paris. we could be on a red eye in the next hour. " she brings the bottle to her lips and takes a sip, the alcohol burning the back of her throat. a good kind of burn, though. " if i had it my way i wouldn't be in manhattan right now. maybe on a beach in turks instead. "
"considering you came here uninvited , no . housekeeping doesn't show for another hour ." since he thought that's how long he had before he left for the evening . "mia was here if you couldn't already tell ," intern who just so happened to bat her eyelashes long enough to land herself on top of his desk .. or underneath it . "if you're not here on business then what did you come here for ?"
" maybe give them a tip to show up a little earlier, " saint's face twists slightly before shaking his head. " ... or maybe a bribe. " shoulders shrug nonchalantly, almost shrugging off duke's retorts. " uh huh, i know all about miss mia. " saint didn't need to know much more detail aside from what's already been shared, waving his hand as if to change the subject. " damn, i have to come with a business proposal in hand in order to be here ? some friend you are. "
slow pause , taking a moment to truly absorb the ensemble . “ yes , ” he finally settles , frown evident . “ you want to be wearing the dress , not the dress wearing you . maybe we move to a different color palette ? have you done your seasonal color analysis before ? ” but the male is already off to work , switching between racks , plucking options and handing them to natascha . “ personally , i do find them to be helpful — but a bit restrictive . it's all about how you pull the look together . though there's certainly shades that will suit you better , “ thumb to lip , taking a step back to take in ‘ the haul ’ . ”
" damn, aspen. " natascha lets out a soft breath. " in so many words you're saying my style sucks. " she laughs, shaking her head as she picks through the items on the rack, though none of them catch her eye. lips twist in thought, humming quietly as she gives a slight shrug. " um, i think once a few years ago in korea. i don't think i actually listened, though. " response is spoken over her shoulder as she lets out a soft sigh. heiress peeks over at the options the taller has chosen. " ooh, you've got a good eye. " she grins, soft hues instantly landing on the pink one. " this is cute, but i can't help wondering if it'd be better shorter, you know ? " heiress turns. " unzip, please. i have a vision. "
old money roots altered what were otherwise viewed as simple traditions. the benefits outweighed what was missing in his eyes. ❝ i never had any complaints about how the chef prepared my family's recipes. ❞ he would confidently say the meals were leagues better than anything his mother or grandmother could make. odds were he knew his way around a kitchen better than them, and he was no chef. lips curved further upwards. ❝ maybe if you work really hard this year, i'll give you one around thanksgiving too. ❞ he chuckled. ❝ you could even tell your family you made it. ❞
quiet laugh escapes. " i'd hope a private chef's food is good. that's what they're getting paid for after all. " gianna wasn't much of a chef herself, barely able to go into the kitchen and instantly drum up something out of nothing, but she could follow a recipe if need be. attorney gently brushes her nail against the stem of her wine glass. " oh, don't tempt me, valmont. let's not forget who was responsible for your largest acquisition last year. "
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maiselle blinks back , brows knit in emphasis . “ are you stupid ? i know we're in a club . and branding is everything . you should know that . ” she challenges , yet — french tips reach for the shot glass . she could run her mouth in protest , fanning the flame . instead , she clinks her glass to his , letting the liquid slosh before shooting it back . “ eugh , ” blonde winces , immediately reaching for the other . another back . “ no … just no …. ” shudder , shooting daggers back at the male . “ are you happy now ? "
saint takes in a breath, light hues raking over the blond. " are you ? " he fires back. whether he considers it a childish response or not doesn't really matter. " so, you chose this place to sip on wine and yet you're worried about branding. yeah, that makes sense. " heir doesn't really care too much about how he comes off in a marketable sense. his career doesn't rely on brand deals or anything of the sort, so he picks up one last shot and downs it, brows lifting in surprise when she throws back two in near rapid succession. " whoa, okay— you didn't have to go that hard. " places empty glass on the bar. " mm, my heart is so full right now. "
